Inappropriate Laughter

Our eighteen-year old daughter Is lying comatose in the ICU After a nearly fatal car crash. My husband and I are driving to A friend's house to leave ourve our Thirteen-year old twins in her care While I spend the day in the hospital The road to the friend's house Is at the top of a steep hill. The road turns now this way, now that. My husband keeps some cigars on top of the dashboard. As we clumb the hill, Centrifugal force Send the cigars sliding from side to side. When the cigars slide my way, My husband says, "Have a cigar." The cigars then slide back to his side And I say "No, thanks, I just had one. They slide towards me again and he says, "Well, have another." We dissolve into helpless laughter, Realizing how insane we sound, Driven there by the possibility That our child could die. To think about that, Is more than we can bear. So we wrap ourselves in laughter As a balm against a possibility We dare not contemplate.